"You've lost!"
Jiang Chen rested his blade against Lu Jie's neck.
The chillingly distinct metallic feel of the blade spread from his neck through his entire body.
It was a cold that brought with it endless darkness and despair!
The stench of death!
With every slight movement of his throat, Lu Jie could feel the sharp edge press against his skin, threatening to slice through.
His body went rigid, the shadow of defeat enveloping his heart and mind. 'I... I actually lost? And so completely? Could it be... has my path of the Martial Dao truly gone astray?'
This defeat made him doubt his very own Martial Dao.
Like a seed, it was planted deep within his heart.
Taking root and sprouting!
One day, it would grow strong, completely upending his Martial Dao and, at the same time, shattering the invincible image of Lan Haichen he held in his heart.
